At six o'clock in the morning I went for a run, got dressed, even put on a warm jumper so as not to look strange, and went in to Mary's room, for she had said she would run with me.

Mary was asleep, stretched out almost across the bed with her hands behind her head. She was breathing heavily in her sleep. I shook her lightly by the shoulder.

– Mary, wake up» I said quietly, but she mumbled unhappily and turned on her other side. – Are you going for a run? – I shook her again, harder.

Mary opened her eyes, turned to me, and looked at me with a sleepy, disgruntled look.

– Oh, is that you? What's the matter? – She asked in a husky voice.

– I'm going for a run. Are you coming with me? – I asked.

– Jogging? Mm-hmm. What time is it?

– Six o'clock in the morning.

– Six? It's so early… I probably won't go with you today. I'll go tomorrow. No offence, okay? – She rubbed her closed eyes with her fingers.

«I knew it! Just words!» – I disliked her, I thought.

– All right, sleep! – I said grudgingly.

– Thank you. I owe you breakfast» Mary mumbled and rolled over onto her other side.

Why did I trust her to run with me? Who could I trust? A person!

I put on my sneakers, stuck my headphones in my ears, turned on some music, and ran happily for two hours, facing the scattered sunshine. When I got home, Mary was still asleep.

On Friday we went to Auntie Mel's, picked up our order, walked around town, and Mary showed me around my college. The last few days had been so busy that I even began to forget that I was alone in a strange city, among people, and began to feel the freedom that first pressed on me and then began to choke me with happiness. But it was not my merit – Mary helped me in many ways to adapt to the new world around me, and most importantly, living and communicating with her, I slowly began to understand how the human body works, how people live, what they want, and how to communicate with them.

Mary behaved as easily and naturally as if we'd known each other for a hundred years, and at first it surprised me-I wasn't used to such frank conversations and stories about other people's private lives-but then she began to talk about herself, of course, hiding the fact that I was a vampire and that my family wasn't supposed to know that we were living under the same roof. Mary had a strange effect on me. On Thursday night she talked me into watching some melodrama with a simple plot: a guy and a girl see each other all the time, but they can't meet in the big city. And at the end of the film it turns out that the guy is a ghost, and the girl is the one who hit him to death with a car and left the scene. The film is so bad – I watched better, but the end, but the end, nevertheless, did not leave me indifferent: the girl, tormented by thoughts and conscience for the murder of the guy in whose ghost she had already fallen in love, committed suicide by jumping from the roof of her multi-storey building. And so, she fell on the pavement, her brains spilled on the road, and then her ghost rose to his feet, and in front of her – the guy she killed. He gave her his hand, she accepted it, and together they walked away from her dead body with a bunch of people gathered around it. Oh yeah, the ghost forgave her and was in love with her too.

And so, after watching this film, I sat on my bed and thought: why? I wasn't going to watch it at all! But as soon as Mary said: «Let's watch a great film!», I immediately said, «Let's do it!», and I wasn't sorry for the time spent watching it: it was a new experience – watching a film with a person, with a friend. After all, people often do this: for some reason they always need someone to be with them while watching a film.

Our bike was found quickly: I got a call the very next day after I filed a theft report, and it turned out that the bike had been stolen by a local naughty guy named Frank, who likes to steal other people's vehicles, especially two-wheelers. In addition to the bike, we got a «super-secure lock» from the police so that the theft would not happen again, apparently they were tired of looking for our bike all the time.

As cliche as it is, Mary never got round to running with me in the mornings: she'd wake up around eight o'clock, have a quick shower, eat, get dressed, run off to work and return at six o'clock in the evening. But this Friday she was given the day off and we were able to do our tour of Oxford and my college. Thanks to the fact that I had read a book about Oxford's history before I came here, I didn't need the repeated narration that Mary was so eager to tell me.

«The city of brooding spires» is what some singer Matthew Arnold called Oxford in England in one of his songs. Exquisite architecture and stately buildings – everything here holds history. From Mary I first heard the information that even Adolf Hitler during the Second World War ordered not to bomb the city while London was constantly under air attack. All because, my neighbour claimed, it was the city that Hitler wanted to turn into the capital of England in case of its conquest.

Legend has it that Oxford came to England thanks to Princess Freidswade. The beautiful girl dreamed of becoming a nun, but the obstacle to this was the king, who wanted to marry her. To avoid this, she ran away to a small village, and when the king went after her, on the way he lost his sight and gained it only after the princess forgave his persecution. For this he promised the girl her freedom, and Freidswade founded a monastery, around which the first collegiate colleges sprang up, and then the city.

The history of Oxford begins in the ninth century, when King Alfred the Great ordered the construction of fortifications in several English villages for defence against invaders.

The fortress built by the Saxons soon became a flourishing town, and its favourable location between two rivers was the key to trade.

The town was periodically attacked by the Danes, and in the eleventh century it was completely destroyed in a fire. After reconstruction, the city was taken over by the Norman conquerors, who built the first castle here. At that time the city was the second in England in population just after London.